When I was a college student in Florida, Rose was a widow who lived nearby. Many of us students regularly visited her.
One evening, my friend, Mike, popped in at dinner time and Rose invited him in. They visited for a few moments … that is, until Mike noticed her kitchen table was set for two.
“Oh Rose,” he said, “I didn’t realize you were having a guest for dinner. I will scoot out.”
She stopped him, and explained that ever since her husband died over 30 years earlier she always set two places at her table.
Mike assumed the second place setting was to remind her of her late husband, but Rose corrected him.